Don't secure regular customers. Barol, the old man scolded me a little for having no guts. If I could have children, I would have heard more about the expenses. It's a mistake, and it's a quick count.
The rumors spread daily about a person named Rail Rain, and these days the name has become spoken of among the guests of the aristocracy who will come to us. Apparently there are a number of stories that support being a great person on the big side. If I'd known him, he could have been a VIP customer of this blacksmith. Well, that's not a story anymore. I'm not sure I can dive through those SS guys and get to the rumored doctor. I don't feel like asking for another message.
Anyway, forget the lost edge, I've decided to focus on what I can do. My job as a blacksmith returns as usual.
As a thank you to Liot for directing us the other day, he prepared a special training menu. It's just the right time because I was tired of basic practice and stupidity. I carefully strike my sword today, listening to voices close to his screams.
At sundown, Liot drags Hethet's body home. Me and Ellie go into the store. Business was going well today and I felt like I could finish the day. When I was outside to 'close' the signature plate informing me of the closure I had placed outside the store, two slippery customers were rushing in.
"Hey, good, good. We made it. Wow."
One of them, who came in a little sweat, is a regular old Barol. In the morning, he left me alone, but apparently he brought a new guest.
"This is a customer of my place, but I took a rare request. I thought the Lord might be able to bring you here."
This, and the man who was introduced rudely, was a tall, low-lying man carrying a big bag. The presence of ancient wounds in the body makes it possible to find yourself in a dangerous place from time to time. He also looks pretty handsome.
"I have often bought swords at Mr. Barroll's, so I have come to ask for a slightly more difficult job today. Then they brought me in when there was one blacksmith who could make that difficult request. Oh, my name is Voltaire. I'm an adventurer."
Rather than being an adventurer, I felt like an explorer because of the size of the bag. Mr. Voltaire's unpleasantly sparkling eyes also reinforce that impression.
Go see something you've never seen! That's what I always say.
"Adventurer's, Mr. Voltaire. My name is Kurli and I'm a blacksmith. I work in this shop."
I pointed to the store behind the pig and raccoon statue. This is our castle.
"Nice store. Can we just go in and talk about the request?
"Just go inside the store"
You're a pretty nasty guy. No, you feel like you said you're not interested at all but about the request. Nice store, the word would be just a compliment too. I wouldn't normally call a store with a statue of a pig and a raccoon at the entrance a nice one! It should be called a strange shop.
"What do you mean, a job request?"
Mr. Voltaire opened his mouth when he entered the store and sat in a customer service seat. Ellie brought the tea so her mouth stopped once to drink the tea, but she would talk about it again as soon as she drank the tea.
"Thank you for the delicious tea. A job request means I want you to strike a new kind of sword. I have an ore on the back of a species called the Dragon of Life (Life Dragon), but I'd like to try to wield a sword with that ore! I was disappointed when I told Mr Barroll that it was impossible. But they brought me here saying there might be one person who could! Will you please take the job!
It's going to be some momentum and a pretty hectic job, and I'm a little confused.
Barol, when I look at the old man, he looks like he asked for it, like...
"Life Dragon? I don't know, you can take the ore, right?
"Yes!"
"Is it of good quality?
"Of course it is!
"Then why does Mr. Barroll need to say no? It's a terrific job, and it's about blacksmith profits."
I think we should do the unknown work at all times. It's fun, and above all, it leads to improved arms.
I poked at old Barol with natural doubts.
"Hmm, because a sword is a sword."
"Sword if sword!?
What's that cool word?
"I'm excited about this guy and I'm saving him a lot of explaining. Life dragons are a pretty rare species. It was this Voltaire who discovered that the scales on its back were ore. That in itself is a huge feat. Just."
"Just?"
"That ore is completely useless. It can be used in sword-making materials. I can't process it. If you try to process it, the ore dies."
Ore dies? Talk about spiritual feelings?
"I'm going to take it. Well, I can't even do it. I've never even heard of a life in an ore. But there is no doubt that there is life in the ore that can be taken from the life dragon. Strange ore with dragon blood."
It was Mr. Voltaire who found it, and he wanted to try to wield a sword using that ore.
As you can imagine, Mr. Voltaire is more of an explorer than an adventurer.
As far as I can tell, it's a pretty exciting story, but it's hard to say it's going to be easy. Barol, you can do what the old man says you can't! What a baseless thing to say.
"That sounds like a pretty difficult story. Do you have the ore on hand in the first place?
"If you'll undertake, I'll go get it!
How aggressive.
"Um, you can't say anything. Unless you look at the real thing."
When I was reluctant, Mr. Voltaire shook out his sparkling eyes as he glanced. I'm disappointed.
I'm so sorry.
"I wonder if it might be difficult for you, Lord. I can probably do it! I just want you to say something targeted."
"No, no, no. It's a buyout."
"The sword, the sword, there is only one man who has completed it so far. I don't know where it is, but it still exists."
No way... that.
"Kurli Helan with the same name as your Lord. That's not the guy. Magic in the sword, they launched it. It seems that the sword has been flowing with magic for three years now. I heard from what I saw of the real thing that it was closer to the creature than to the sword. Isn't that just a sword?"
How many legends does a man named Kurli Helan have? Barol, the reason the old man brought this story up looks clear.
He's trying to set my mind on fire against Kurli Helan. And as a result, my heart did catch fire. Let's do it.
"Take this request, Mr. Voltaire!
"Is it true!? Thanks! Then let's just dive into the dungeon early tomorrow morning. The two of us are headed for the lifedragon ore collection."
Yes? No, no, no, no.
Collection is Mr. Voltaire's job. It's my job to strike the sword. It should be, right?
"I'm not even at the foot of the life dragon in terms of combat. I can't believe you're picking it up by yourself. I also don't have the funds to ask other adventurers to accompany me. So, Mr. Kurli. Let's go together!
I'm going to look up with a sooo dazzling eye, him. What a bomber.
But I said I'd take it.
That's right!
"Ellie was going to buy a third bronze statue tomorrow. When I'm gone, the store number will be gone. Uh, I want to go! I want to go, but I can't. Sorry, Mr. Voltaire."
"No problem. Leave the store number to me! Sure. It's just, yeah."
The generous old Barol stopped me from planning. I mean, nothing's just as expensive.
"It's a decision!
Mr. Voltaire is turning a gaze that meets his best expectations today.
This is already......
"Okay. Can this store be the meeting place early tomorrow morning?
"Yes!"
This is how I was supposed to dive into the dungeon while I was a blacksmith.
Ellie cheered me out of my mind that I hadn't enjoyed it.
Mr. Voltaire, I wish I had suddenly butted in on the day, or something, but he came to the store on time with his sparkling eyes.
By the way, old Barol was here too. I'll take care of the store, and that was the drop off word.
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Kurli and Voltaire dived into the dungeon. Hopefully, we'll be back in the day.
Ellie went out to buy a third bronze statue after the pig and the raccoon. Hidden bronze statue booms were happening in the alley aboard the fact that "Erie and Kurli's Blacksmith" caught a noble guest with a bronze statue effect. In that case, Ellie's new eye is a bronze statue of a sheep standing on two legs. Because of Ellie's eyes, the store owner suddenly decided to raise the price and Ellie went to protest and cut the price today.
Thus, only the old Barol man, who is not the original lord of the store, and the Liot boy who came to train in discipline today.
Rarely, there were few guests that day. A little odd serenity dominated the store for the two of us who knew the usual prosperity.
Ellie and the bronze statue may not have attractive effects unless it's a set, Old Barol was thinking about that.
Ellie and the bronze statue may have no attractive effect unless it's a set, the Liot boy was thinking about that too.
The two of them never knew of a miraculous coincidence of thought, and time just passed.
When it was past noon, a fourth guest came in through the door today. Until this hour, the number of guests counted with one hand was the first since the opening of the store.
But backwards of the number of guests, the fourth guest was someone who didn't want to stop.
"Whoa, this is this. Isn't that Lord Rail Rain, the doctor?
Old Barol, who was sitting around in his spare time, was jumping to much surprise. After seeing how it was, Rayle got a little upset. Rayle had come to this place asking about the general location of the store. When I found a bronze statue of a pig and a raccoon with a sword on their hips in an alley, I immediately found out it was this store. The impression of pigs and raccoons was too strong and Rayle had overlooked the name of the sign......
"You can stay put. I asked the SS. She asked me the other day if I could buy a sword for safety on the road."
"Yes, they do! Well done. Hey, thanks!
"Thankful offer, so I decided to buy one. I don't have a lot of holding together, so would it be okay to pay in installments?
"Of course not! I don't care about money. Take one of my favorite things. I had a good shoulder condition when I went to see the doctor. No, I want you to have a great bottle that a great person like your teacher deserves. None of these are famous swords."
Old Barol said something nice about wingspans, even though he seemed happy with the store. To him this store is no longer someone else's. About my grandson's shop, as much as I think.
"Ha, it doesn't. Treatment is treatment. This is this. Let me pay even more for a good sword."
"Really. You have a wonderful heart. Payments can be made with sudden cancer, not after the teacher is born."
"Thank you for your generosity"
Rail expresses his gratitude and looks at the sword displayed in the store.
I can tell they're all pretty good quality stuff.
I didn't think this area was a very wealthy place, but the sword in front of me looked better than what was in the aristocratic district of Wang Du. Is that possible? and just a few questions turned my head.
"I should have been confident in my eyes to see the sword, but I'm worried about how to rate it a bit when it comes to the sword here"
The concept of the best blacksmiths gathering in the Wang capital was on Rail's head, and that was causing him confusion. There can't be anyone here who can strike a better sword than the craftsmen of the King's Capital. Such stereotypes had clouded his eyes a lot.
"Well, wasn't that your teacher's preference?
"Oh, I said something very rude"
Mindful that the words just said criticized the blacksmith's arm in front of him, Rayle hastily said his apology.
"No disrespect, nothing. This isn't my shop. Yeah."
"What!? What about you, then?
"It's just a store number. The store owner and his wife were able to use it urgently instead. Not just today. I wanted to engage the store owner and the teacher, but, um, this is a bad time. It doesn't mean I didn't have any luck."
"Really? I imagined younger people ran it from the name of the store. That's what happened."
Rayle felt like he could have taken what was holding onto his chest. This old Barol figure is so far from the name of the store that he has always felt uncomfortable.
"But don't these swords look good in the teacher's eyes? I'm not exaggerating. I think the shopkeeper's arm here is more than historic."
"Enough in history..."
Rail looked around carefully at the swords again.
My own eyes were not wrong.
Yes, the swords here don't look any better than the swords in the aristocratic district of Wangdu. This one is definitely better. Impossible, but with that fact in front of me, I have no choice but to deny it.
"Amazing. My eyes were just cloudy. Could you pass on your apology to the store owner instead? I haven't seen such a famous sword in years..."
Seeing the glow of Rail's eyes, Old Barol realized that this man really had eyes to see the sword.
"Still, what does it mean to be the first time in years? You think I've ever seen such a famous sword before?
"Yes, I do!
It was a powerful word. Old Barol was impressed that he didn't seem to be saying it in a glorious way.
"Whose sword is that?
"It may sound like a slap-free story, but I've seen the work of the legendary blacksmith Kurli Helan in front of me many times. It sounds like a lie, but it's an unmistakable truth. I just want to say that his sword looks better because he's an important friend, but the swords here have not lost what they once saw. No, maybe I'm telling you a little further."
"Ho, ho, ho, I agree. You can't beat the Kurli series, the sword here. Really, he's a great blacksmith. What do you say? I think I'll be back at night, but why don't we meet?
"I'd like to see you, but I'm leaving this city already. Someday, if you get a chance."
Rayle, in fact, wanted to see that blacksmith, but if he doesn't leave now, he won't be able to reach the next city by the end of the day. I wanted to avoid that.
"Let me buy this"
I couldn't bother with the famous swords lining up forever, and Rayle decided to buy them in one hand.
The price was expensive given the economic situation in this area, but quite cheap given the quality of the sword. I was worried about buying another bottle, but I immediately remembered that it was thick because I didn't have a hand.
"Split Purchase. I accepted it by paying five times. Because you can really pay anytime."
"That's not going to happen. Pay as soon as possible by mail. So, I'm going on a journey."
Rail Rain walked out of the store soberly. I guess I'll head to the next city in a hurry.
Old Barol went outside and dropped off that back.